shout

call it wedding withdrawal, or call it plain old tipsiness, but friday night i went bananas when trombone shorty played “SHOUT!” during a concert at terminal five. i even pushed my way through a crowd of sweaty dancing people (which is normally against my concert etiquette – ask brian) just so i could join everyone getting low on the dance floor during the whispering part of the song. (“a little bit softer now…”) and it was amazing.

makes a good case for venturing out on a cold and windy friday night. hear that, winter nicole?

(above video: not from terminal five. but the band and the song are the same. enjoy. also, if you are in the mood for a good story, ask AK her thoughts on terminal five.)

12th and a was our first home in nyc. located on a dusty block in the east village, our fifth floor walk-up had hot pink walls and a shower in the kitchen. we moved in together as roommates shortly after meeting as fellow assistants in the fashion closet at lucky, ... Continue reading →